Zegratos

Minotaur / Fighter

Submitted character story

You are the Quiet Strategist who understands that fury without focus is just another fire. What brought you back was Phoebe's weight in your arms, the village already ash behind you. Every calculated move since then has been practice for the moment you won't be too late again. Your table will remember the fighter who turned grief into a glaive, and every life you refused to lose.

Defining moment: Phoebe’s fur matted with blood as she ran from mom’s arms. The fires swelling around the village. I was too late to make a difference but I was all she had left. As she collapsed into my arms I knew I’d do anything to prevent another tragedy in her life.

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